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5/29/2007 12:22 pmLast Read: |
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there sits a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more. ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay |
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5/29/2007 9:13 pm |
I wonder how she could forget old lovers. I never forget them, but my impression changes of them from that of love to that of contempt when they are not my lovers anymore. "I'm a tiger when we make love, I'm a snake when we disagree."-some jungle somg. lol Pup
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5/30/2007 10:18 pm |
Hi Asian_Fusion: There is always a light that may still flicker from the past. But the old adage is true that time does heal all wounds. Great to hear from you, Russell
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6/4/2007 3:24 pm |
I wonder how she could forget old lovers. I never forget them, but my impression changes of them from that of love to that of contempt when they are not my lovers anymore. "I'm a tiger when we make love, I'm a snake when we disagree."-some jungle somg. lol Pup 
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6/4/2007 3:27 pm |
Hi Asian_Fusion: There is always a light that may still flicker from the past. But the old adage is true that time does heal all wounds. Great to hear from you, Russell And if time doesn't heal the wound, it certainly lessens the pain. 'Nuff said. Hope all is well with you & working out as planned.Take care & keep in touch!!!
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